Sunday, October 4, 2009

Poem by Zana H Hashi

For the love of Somalia

Lost, without an answer
A riddle, with no solution

Faith, betraying me
Betrayal, strengthening my faith
Adrift, I am, a paper boat

Fine sight in a dry desert
I flew above the clouds
It rains in the desert, my heart overflows

A paper rocket
With the waxen wings of Icarus
Burnt? No, for the love of Somalia
I fall down

My raising hopes
Pinned on a falling star.
I pray, then
For fortitude, for sense, for peace

Zana H Hashi
Copyright © 2009

No comments:

Post a Comment